The Kid Poem by Vishnudev Murikkanattil

The constant smile of rejoice
The constant cry of expression
The constant urge to explore
He is the kid.
Lost in the illusion;
Sparking thoughts
Sparkling looks.
He is the kid.
May the journey
Bring –
Him the eternal mystery;
Mystery for him to explore.
You are not the help;
You are only a cause –
For him to know the
World.
Tiny crystal eyes of cat’s
Innocence –
To be felt –
To be kissed.
He is the kid.
Mannerisms have caught him
Human signs – the tricks.
In need – a cry –
And if lost – the same.
The laugh to get
The sweetest.
Too easy
To raise the temper.
Your cheeks might burn –
With the tiny teeth.
He is the kid.
To ponder the deep –
Set knowledge.
A long way – to step high.
He is the kid.
May the smile –
Be of the God;
As in every kid,
The God is alive.
Perhaps that smile -
Telling your past.
Or the cry –
Thinking of human fate
The kid might know –
You; than you.
The smile,
The laugh –
The hidden truth.
Perhaps the God hasn’t felt –
You to do so;
That made the kid cry.
He is the kid.
For this – I love the kid
And I love the kids
And now,
Say –
He is the kid.